Strongest Guard

Lee Nanfang walked back and sat on the sofa with a sneer on his face: "You want me to kneel at your feet and do my best just like those professional actors in Japan?"    

The woman didn't answer and instead asked, "Do you believe that this is the first time I've set foot in this place?"    

Lee Nanfang pondered for a moment and said, "I believe -- Madam, you must be disappointed with reality for coming to this place. That's why I'm using this method to take revenge on your husband. "    

It was a strict rule of the clubhouse not to pry into any news of the guests.    

Lee Nanfang was a law-abiding person and never asked any questions about a customer's identity. But tonight, this woman took the initiative to mention these things, so it was not considered as a violation of the rules.    

"You're very smart."    

The woman said flatly, "Although I am not very satisfied with my marriage, but all these years after I married him, I also followed my duty as a woman, and made great achievements for his family's development and dedication. But I didn't expect him to be carrying me on his back, having an outside room, and having twin sons. He loved them, he loved me — well, only in form. "    

"That's all. I don't want to say more."    

"Alright, then please tell me your rules and see if I can accept it."    

"You should be able to accept it."    

The woman said, "I only have one condition, and that is that you will treat me as your wife tonight."    

"Treat you as my wife?"    

Lee Nanfang was confused.    

"Do you know what husband and wife do in a normal couple's life?"    

As the woman spoke, she lifted her hand to take off her muslin hat, revealing a cold and elegant face.    

Manager Ma once told Lee Nanfang that from this woman's figure, she was indeed a beauty. Not only was she beautiful, the corner of her eyes emitted an oppressing noble aura. She was about the same as Sister Xin who came once before.    

Not only that, the eyes of the two women were filled with a deep sense of exhaustion.    

A woman who was extremely beautiful and respected didn't necessarily have to be happy.    

"If I had a wife like you, I would never do something that would allow me to give up in a place like this."    

Lee Nanfang stared at the woman for a moment and said sincerely, "Why doesn't your husband value you?"    

"It's fate."    

The woman stood up and, as she walked to the door of the suite, took off her black windbreaker.    

Along with the black trench coat, it fell to the ground like dark clouds. In Lee Nanfang's eyes, there was an additional piece of art.    

"I once asked people about you. You are an exceptional person. That's why I was willing to go last. You must be very tired now. To me, it's just right. "    

The woman walked to the door of the suite and turned around to look at Lee Nanfang: "What are you waiting for?"    

"I want to say three words to you."    

"Which three words?"    

"I'll frame it with my scheming mind."    

"Fortunately, you said it in this room. If it was outside, you would have died."    

"We are now husband and wife, as you said earlier. When the couple is living their private lives, what can't they say? "    

"Yes, I did. I hope that you will not disappoint me tonight. "    

After the woman finished speaking, she kicked off her high heels and lightly tiptoed into the suite.    

"Luckily, Yue Zitong isn't this scheming and scheming."    

Since they already said so, as a man, it would be too embarrassing if Lee Nanfang still acted weak. Therefore, he just walked in quickly.    

There was no one on the spacious and comfortable bed, but there was a faint sound of breathing coming from behind the door.    

Lee Nanfang ignored her, walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer, then took out a box.    

The door creaked shut. With the sound of footsteps that sounded like cats walking, the smell of peppermint wafted over. Someone hugged his neck from behind, and the woman breathed into his ear, "Don't use that. It'll feel a lot worse."    

Since this is a good woman with a contraceptive pill, there's no need for it. Lee Nanfang didn't want to use this either, so he just nodded and said yes, but his shoulder suddenly hurt.    

The woman who was as cold and proud as a queen a moment ago had actually bitten his shoulder, causing him to bleed profusely!    

Not only that, her sharp fingernails were also as sharp as knives as they slid down his chest, as if they had been ruthlessly scratched by a cat.    

"Woof, this is what you call the normal life of a couple?"    

Angry, Jack spun around, jumped up, and slammed down hard on the ground.    

The woman screamed miserably. When she was forced to let go of Lee Nanfang, Lee Nanfang had her by the neck with an evil smile: "Do you play with domestic violence? I like it! "    

In the vast majority of domestic violence, men were the ones who held the upper hand, especially when facing a super fierce person like Lee Nanfang. No matter how much the woman struggled, it was useless.    

"If you want it, I'll give it to you."    

Lee Nanfang laughed sinisterly as he knelt beside her neck.    

"I want six, six, nine... "Unbiased!"    

The woman struggled, bargaining.    

What does six nine mean?    

Lee Nanfang was clear about it, but Little An, who had only been at the clubhouse for a few days, did not know.    

This child came from the depths of a remote mountain, he was only two years away from the age of 18. It would already be good enough for his family to have a black and white television to watch, but there was no way for them to worship the brilliant performances of the Japan heroes.    

"Take it."    

Old Song took off the whistle from his neck.    

Old Song and Little An were both legitimate security guards outside the clubhouse. They belonged to Brother Yuu, but they wouldn't be like those security guards outside the clubhouse who could order a glass of wine, do nothing and pick up girls — in other words, they were more like handymen. When the toilet was blocked, they would do it.    

The security guards of the inner field were all equipped with Bluetooth earphones. If there was anything, they could just cover their ears and say it. Old Song and the other security guards of the outer circle didn't have such treatment.    

Old Song raised his whistle and said, "What number is this?"    

"Like a six."    

"How about this? How much does it look like?"    

Old Song removed the whistle from his neck and held it up before Little An's eyes.    

"Like nine."    

There was no reason for Little An to not know what all kindergarten children knew.    

"That's right. "Then look again."    

As Old Song spoke, he matched the two whistles with each other and said, "Think of these two whistles as a man and a woman. You'll know the meaning of the six and nine moves."    

"Men and women? "Male — ah, I know!"    

Little An was suddenly enlightened.    

"This kid is worth teaching."    

Old Song returned the whistle to Little An and slapped the back of his head. He was very proud that he had passed on his vast and profound experience to his juniors. "Do well. You will know more in the future. "Looking at how pretty and delicate you are, perhaps those high stage princesses will personally demonstrate it to pass on this knowledge to you."    

"Hehe, I only like three numbers three."    

Little An smiled in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.    

"Three threes? F * ck, you brat, you don't know shit, but you have a good eye for women. Three threes, the new little sister? Not only do you want to, Brother Yuu also wants to, but I'm a platform princess, so I can accompany and sing along with you, I won't sleep with you. "    

Old Song smacked his lips and the image of # 3 appeared in his mind. He then sighed, "Sigh, but even if she is the platform, once she comes here, sooner or later she won't be able to escape Brother Yuu's clutches."    

Little An was puzzled. "Isn't there a rule in the company that no one is allowed to do anything that the Platform Princess is unwilling to do?"    

"F * ck, what do you know?" The rules are set by the people. I've been in the clubhouse for so long, but I've never heard of such a thing. There is a platform that Brother Yuu has never stepped onto. "Remember, in this business, you have to know what to say and what not to say like I do!"    

"Got it."    

Seeing Old Song's serious look, Little An realized something and stopped talking about it. He walked to the door of the female restroom, knocked on the door, and asked loudly, "Is there anyone inside?" We are here to clear the sewers! "    

If no one agreed, it would mean that there was no one inside.    

Old Song walked in, took a sign from the wall behind the door, and hung it on the doorknob.    

A line of words was written on the swinging sign. Please wait.    

Clearing the toilet, what kind of bullshit construction is this?    

Looking at the basin of thick yellow water, Old Song spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and put on his mask. He then ordered Little An in a dignified manner, "Let's start!"    

Little An immediately stuffed the plastic water into the toilet. Following Old Song's directions, the water began to flow out of the toilet and flow down the white porcelain.    

He didn't know what had blocked it, but Little An's arms were sore and he didn't loosen them.    

"I'll do it!"    

Old General Song rolled up his sleeves, took the stopper, and began to slap it.    

In the end, he was still a young man. His speed and strength was much faster than Little An. The sound of water splashing was even louder than when a man and woman were doing that kind of thing.    

Old Song used to do this a lot, but in the past, it was only for a few minutes. This time, he and An Zi alternated between each other, and it took them half an hour before the toilet made a gurgling sound. The water inside the toilet bubbled and flowed.    

"F * ck, I'm so tired."    

Old Song heaved a long sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe his sweat and instructed Little An to fetch some water for himself. He leaned against the door frame and, without washing his hands, picked up a cigarette after the event.    

It's not enough to just loosen the toilet, but also to clean up the spilled stinky water.    

This sort of small task was left for Little An to do.    

After twenty minutes, when Little An had just finished cleaning up, he heard someone shout from outside the bathroom, "Old Song, are you inside? The men's restroom to the east of the fourth floor and the women's room to the west of the fifth floor were all clogged up. "Fuck, you guys are busy tonight, hurry up!"    

Two hours later, Old Song, who was tired to the point where his arms were numb, walked out of the female restroom on the west side of the fifth floor. Could it have something to do with the six or nine style of experience this daddy here taught Little An? "    

Before he finished his sentence, an infield guard ran over, "Old Song, let's go to the second floor. "Ha, I think you shouldn't even think about sleeping tonight!"